The hallway. A very unpredictable place where anything can happen; love, hate, friendship, pain, suffering. Each day holds a new event waiting to take place. When I woke up this morning, I never knew today would be the day that would change my life. My teacher had just finished his daily lecture, right as the bell for lunch hour rang.
“Thank god, I don’t think I could have taken much more of that, how much is there to say about Delaware. It’s small and in the US…” Nerissa Quincey, the minion of Baylee Griffin, babbled on. As they passed me by, they both flipped their long highlighted hair in my face not even noticing my presence. I have always wanted to be exactly like them. Both of them pretty much had the exact same long silky blond hair, big color filled eyes, perfectly tanned skin with no blemishes or marks. If I was compared to them, they would be the diamond, and I would be the piece of coal, the ugly piece of worthless crap that no one wants. My shoulder-length brown hair was always the exact same, ugly. It never changes, I'll try to curl or straighten it, but that just makes it worse. As for my face, it's not that bad, but it could be better. A few zits here and there, but nothing major. I must have been staring at them for quite sometime, because my best friend Caitlin started to wave her hand in front of my face,
"Hello?" she said
"Huh? What? Oh. Sorry. What were you saying?” I quickly asked hoping she actually was saying something before I dazed off.
"I said, that if you wanted to we could go see a movie tomorrow, say, around six. I was hoping a funny movie but I don't care."
"Sure, sounds great I'll call you around four," Since neither of us had cell phones, we both called each other from home "I'll save you a seat!” I shouted after her, as I ran to lunch.
In the lunchroom, there were about twenty rectangular wooded tables. At each, sat a different clique. There were the dorks, populars, misfits, nerds, art freaks, mean/tough kids, and then there was us. Caitlin and I, the two kids that didn't really fit in anywhere. We always sat at the same table, alone. No one talked to us, and we talked to no on. We weren't weird or scary; we were just two girls with no other friends, and an embarrassing history.
On this particular day, my table was not in the lunchroom, I assumed that the custodians had finally taken notice to the unbalanced legs. I scanned the room with my eyes, hoping to find an empty area. It is very rare to have open seats, because of all the kids who table hop. Luckily, I managed to spot a few, at Baylee and Nerissa table. They didn’t seem to be using them so I supposed I could have the seats. I quickly popped up to the soup bar and bought myself some black bean soup. Today, I was not especially hungry, so I didn’t get and side dishes or desserts. After getting my soup, I slowly approached their territory. At first I felt fine, but with every step my stomach started to get uneasy.
When I finally reached their table, I quietly walked around the back of them to the open to seats at the end. They didn’t seem to notice me until I set my tray down.
“CRASH!” My tray slipped out of my hands, and milk spilled everywhere.
“Dang it,” I mumbled under my breath. My first impression on them in years, and I screwed it up. “Over here!” I shouted to Caitlin, waving my arms around. She raised her eyebrows at me, shrugged, and walked over. When she reached the table I was at she whispered to me,
“And why exactly are we sitting here?”
“Well, at the time these were the only two seats open,” I responded.
“Whatever.” She mumbled
I looked down at my tray. It look like someone just scooped up a cup of mud, mixed it with water and decided to call it black bean soup. With disgust, I moved on.
“So… That geography test yesterday was pretty hard huh?” I asked trying to start some conversation.
"I guess," she said tiredly. Caitlin doesn't get much sleep, and she has never told me why. I always assumed it was her sister, Sara. She had dropped out of high school when she was a junior, and now she is twenty. Caitlin says she always has people over in the basement and that they are very noisy. As for her parents, they don't really pay attention to either of them. They both have jobs that involve comming and leaving, a lot. One minute their at the house, and the next, their gone. All of the sudden, I noticed both Baylee and Nerissa staring at us. I smiled and Nerissa said,
"Hey, you guys wanna come to my house tonight? I'm having a party."
Before Caitlin could even open her mouth i said,
"Of course! What kind of party is it and what time is it?"
"Oh" she responded, "it's a swimming party. I have an indor pool, so just wear your swimsuit and a towel. Right, you asked what time. Say... six work for you?"
"That'd be awesome! See you then I guess." I looked over at Caitlin, and she slowly looked down at her lunch. we just sat like that for the last five minutes of lunch.
That night I rush to get ready as a million questions ran through my mind,
"What swimsuit should I wear? What swim suit are they wearing? Should I call and ask? No, that would be stupid. Should I bring a present? Is it a birthday party?
“Thank god, I don’t think I could have taken much more of that, how much is there to say about Delaware. It’s small and in the US…” Nerissa Quincey, the minion of Baylee Griffin, babbled on. As they passed me by, they both flipped their long highlighted hair in my face not even noticing my presence. I have always wanted to be exactly like them. Both of them pretty much had the exact same long silky blond hair, big color filled eyes, perfectly tanned skin with no blemishes or marks. If I was compared to them, they would be the diamond, and I would be the piece of coal, the ugly piece of worthless crap that no one wants. My shoulder-length brown hair was always the exact same, ugly. It never changes, I'll try to curl or straighten it, but that just makes it worse. As for my face, it's not that bad, but it could be better. A few zits here and there, but nothing major. I must have been staring at them for quite sometime, because my best friend Caitlin started to wave her hand in front of my face,
"Hello?" she said
"Huh? What? Oh. Sorry. What were you saying?” I quickly asked hoping she actually was saying something before I dazed off.
"I said, that if you wanted to we could go see a movie tomorrow, say, around six. I was hoping a funny movie but I don't care."
"Sure, sounds great I'll call you around four," Since neither of us had cell phones, we both called each other from home "I'll save you a seat!” I shouted after her, as I ran to lunch.
In the lunchroom, there were about twenty rectangular wooded tables. At each, sat a different clique. There were the dorks, populars, misfits, nerds, art freaks, mean/tough kids, and then there was us. Caitlin and I, the two kids that didn't really fit in anywhere. We always sat at the same table, alone. No one talked to us, and we talked to no on. We weren't weird or scary; we were just two girls with no other friends, and an embarrassing history.
On this particular day, my table was not in the lunchroom, I assumed that the custodians had finally taken notice to the unbalanced legs. I scanned the room with my eyes, hoping to find an empty area. It is very rare to have open seats, because of all the kids who table hop. Luckily, I managed to spot a few, at Baylee and Nerissa table. They didn’t seem to be using them so I supposed I could have the seats. I quickly popped up to the soup bar and bought myself some black bean soup. Today, I was not especially hungry, so I didn’t get and side dishes or desserts. After getting my soup, I slowly approached their territory. At first I felt fine, but with every step my stomach started to get uneasy.
When I finally reached their table, I quietly walked around the back of them to the open to seats at the end. They didn’t seem to notice me until I set my tray down.
“CRASH!” My tray slipped out of my hands, and milk spilled everywhere.
“Dang it,” I mumbled under my breath. My first impression on them in years, and I screwed it up. “Over here!” I shouted to Caitlin, waving my arms around. She raised her eyebrows at me, shrugged, and walked over. When she reached the table I was at she whispered to me,
“And why exactly are we sitting here?”
“Well, at the time these were the only two seats open,” I responded.
“Whatever.” She mumbled
I looked down at my tray. It look like someone just scooped up a cup of mud, mixed it with water and decided to call it black bean soup. With disgust, I moved on.
“So… That geography test yesterday was pretty hard huh?” I asked trying to start some conversation.
"I guess," she said tiredly. Caitlin doesn't get much sleep, and she has never told me why. I always assumed it was her sister, Sara. She had dropped out of high school when she was a junior, and now she is twenty. Caitlin says she always has people over in the basement and that they are very noisy. As for her parents, they don't really pay attention to either of them. They both have jobs that involve comming and leaving, a lot. One minute their at the house, and the next, their gone. All of the sudden, I noticed both Baylee and Nerissa staring at us. I smiled and Nerissa said,
"Hey, you guys wanna come to my house tonight? I'm having a party."
Before Caitlin could even open her mouth i said,
"Of course! What kind of party is it and what time is it?"
"Oh" she responded, "it's a swimming party. I have an indor pool, so just wear your swimsuit and a towel. Right, you asked what time. Say... six work for you?"
"That'd be awesome! See you then I guess." I looked over at Caitlin, and she slowly looked down at her lunch. we just sat like that for the last five minutes of lunch.
That night I rush to get ready as a million questions ran through my mind,
"What swimsuit should I wear? What swim suit are they wearing? Should I call and ask? No, that would be stupid. Should I bring a present? Is it a birthday party?